This is actually something that happened a while back, but I was thinking about it today. 

Some folks love their jobs.  I understand that.  I have things that I'll wax eloquent on, totally disregarding the glazed look in the eyes of the person I'm talking to.  Sometimes the glaze turns into a hunted look like, "how do I get out of here?"

I get that look sometimes.  That's when you start looking for alternate escape routes.

Heh.